It Stings

Walking lightly, I stir no fright Visually aware of the sting in her eyes

She flies with flurry for a vicious bite

Turning to leave for this accord is wrenched Sudden flinch of a painful pinch

Her raging cruelty is bitterly dispensed

Resolving discord bleeds beyond my core The spirit of friendship is torn

For her Sting digs deeper than a buried thorn

This punctered scar takes time to heal

As the wasp flies south for another meal

My strength grows daily and releases hate But my eyes stay warned

For I shall not get stung as a friend anymore